Beneath the moon's melancholy glow,
Whispers of sorrow, an ebb and flow.
In the quietude of a soul laid bare,
Vulnerability, a weight to bear.

Shadows dance in the fading light,
Lost in echoes of a silent night.
A heart untangles its fragile thread,
Woven with words left unsaid.

Tears like petals, gentle and slow,
A symphony of sadness begins to grow.
In the vast expanse of solitude,
Vulnerability becomes the interlude.